The Smile of Joanne


(Photo Credit Sunday Photo Fiction)

A bone-jarring, nerve jangling voice, so typical of airports all over the world announced that the flight to Seattle was now ready for boarding. A stream of humanity which just a few minutes ago found itself in various modes of repose now surged forward towards the boarding gates. Joanne placing a book mark, leisurely closed her book and fishing out the boarding pass from her hand bag patiently waited at the end of the serpentine line.

“For the life of me I cannot understand two things related to flying”, she had complained to Venky. “One, the mad rush to retrieve the cabin baggage, even before the flight has come to a complete halt, and two, the inexplicable rush to be the first at the boarding gates.”

“The one who reaches the boarding gates first also gets to stove his baggage first inside the aircraft. The one who stoves his baggage first also desires to retrieve it first upon landing.” That was Venky’s ambiguous clarification.

“So?” A perplexed Joanne could decipher neither head not tail out of what seemed to be an illogical gibberish by Venky.

“Nothing. Safe flight!”

Thinking about that conversation now brought a smile to Joanne’s beautiful face.

(Word Count: 200)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details, visit HERE.

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7 thoughts on “The Smile of Joanne

  1. I guess we’re all different.
    I don’t understand the folk who press behind you in a queue, bumping your legs with their bag every time the line shuffles two feet forward.


  2. If you live in a hub city, you might not understand the challenges for those of us who don’t (or how lovely US air travel is). I generally fly small planes with very little overhead space. I want my stuff close to me so I can grab it quickly and get off the plan because I generally have a short connection that is three terminals away. And since I don’t fly first class, the sooner I can stand up and stretch my legs after sitting in cramped seat, the better.


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